I'm trying, I really am! I just keep hearing Keats in my ear saying that "If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all" while I'm sitting here forcing myself to write something. . . The irony is just too much! Bah!

On a happier creative note, I came up with a brilliant idea for a large ensemble piece, and I'm crazy with excitement at starting on it! I'll have to cool myself down and make sure I get this poem done in light of all that

Credo Buffa wrote:I'm trying, I really am! I just keep hearing Keats in my ear saying that "If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all" while I'm sitting here forcing myself to write something. . . The irony is just too much! Bah!

On a happier creative note, I came up with a brilliant idea for a large ensemble piece, and I'm crazy with excitement at starting on it! I'll have to cool myself down and make sure I get this poem done in light of all that

We did a great ensemble piece on here once - best fun I've ever had on here:

Here's my contribution to the National Poetry Month "Keats-inspired poem". I HOPE I won't be the only one posting (hint hint).

She sang to you
Over flowing fields
And you followed
Crying, "The tide! The tide!"
Your eyes flashed
Green and gold
Like the sea at sunrise.
Your Spirit surged
As she stirred your words
And turned your musing
Into immortal song.

Now
No breeze blows
Off the coast of Yarmouth.
You search for her
Across the oily smooth sea
"The tide," you whisper,
And an aching silence tells you
She is gone.
Has she fled for another lover?
Or has she drowned
In the restless churning of your soul?

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I promise, Malia. I'm GOING to post something for this, but I don't just want to post anything. I really want to be happy with my poem, so I'll share it when I get to that point

Your poem is beautiful, Malia. I really love the change in mood between the two stanzas and the way "The tide" ties them together. Another point I particularly like is the way that the words you choose to describe emotions--surged, stirred, turned--are also evocative of the image of the sea.

Malia! I LOVE IT. "Oily sea" and "spirit surge" "flowing fields" "stirring words" all very evocative and recalls to mind (quite appropriately and joined cohesively with the theme) liquid, water, emotion...beautiful...it almost reverberates a certain viscosity...like a green/blue lava lamp...

Good show!!

"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the Truth of Imagination."

Thanks for your comments Credo and dks I always thought that Severn's reminicence of Keats being transfixed by wheatfields waving in the wind was good fodder for a poem. Just imagining such a scene is poetry, to me.

I'm so glad you're still planning on contributing a poem, Credo. I know what you mean about wanting to post a poem you're happy with.

My personal goal was to finish it so that it looked even half-way decent by the end of the month (today) and post it. My thought was just to share a love of poetry--the reading and the writing of it--without worry about writing a *perfect* poem. It's the sharing that makes it most worthwhile for me--helping keep poetry appreciation alive within myself and hopefully in the lives of whoever reads the poems we post.

dks and Saturn--and anyone else out there who is reading these posts--do you have any Keats-inspired poems to share? They surely don't have to be *perfect*. These poems we post are an ode to poetry and our poet, Keats--and by those virtues, every poem posted is honored!

a day alive of the enchantment of poesy,
explores the genuis within one's art.

a verse of power,
gentle as a breeze,
a windsong of ambition,
soars to beauty's realm,
as the wonder of divine sensation.

a night asleep, a spell of poesy,
voyages to the touched designs upon one's heart.

a sonnet, fantasy's grace,
welcomes the music of one's desire.

a day alive of the enchantment of poesy,
dreams one into the horizon:
to awake of joyful song.

jamiano

p.s. I don't know if May 1st, is the feast of Pan. I do know
that each moment is ripe for a taste of beauty.
This poem, inspired by Gluck's music of
"The Dance of the Blessed of Spirits", from Orfeo ed Euridice.

Beauty, joy, and love to everyone...

peace,
jamiano

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